Rats jump as Mikey's ship sinks further!

As Mikey's ship of fools cruises the Middle East looking for a safe port for its free-loading captain, the really big rats are jumping over the side. Yesterday, according to Roger Friedman, everyone's favorite pageboy sportin', Miz Minnie lovin', down-wit-da-bruthas super attorney, Tom Mesereau and trusty sidekick and bang-up suitcase puller, Susan Yu, resigned as attorneys for the pallid perv. Apparently MezYu couldn't take any longer being on that ever-growing list of 'ain't been paid' employees of Mikey's. This, along with a couple other high-profile legal defections leaves Mikey in the hands of a relative strip mall attorney from Nowheresville. Namely, Thomas Mundell of Westlake Village, Calif. The MezYu leap was first noted last week when they didn't show up for a deposition in the Schaffel case. Then yesterday when longtime Mikey record keeper and garage laborer, Evvy Tavasci, was deposed Schaffel's attorney noted that they were no longer even representing Mikey. With the fallout from the Fortress deal, the Schaffel case, the Darien Dash debacle, the unpaid vet's suit, Big Deb's campaign of parentage and the loopy 'recovered memory' molest case looming, Mr. Mundell better hold on tight! Either that or take MezYu's lead and jump this sinking ship while he still can.

Read the column here and just know: WE don't share the same admiration or hold Mez in the same high-regard that Rog does. In fact, we find Mez to be pretty standard issue in the smarmy, overreaching, self-righteous way we find most defense attorneys. We were almost going to say that he did what he was paid to do — but we know that with Mikey as a client he probably hasn't been paid at all — and, karma's a bitch! Oh, and take special note of the last paragraph, any guesses on what that means?! Who are you, Susan Yu?!

NOTE: The image is from what we now call "the good ol' days of the CTV board during the trial. That was the heyday of the G slash-and-burn, when FF's were not able to find a foxhole to hide in and the only respite from the scathing wit and withering put-downs of many a ruling G poster was for them to run to CW and whimper. Now we know the balance has shifted there completely and nothing resembling good sense and sparkling reparteé is allowed but it's nice to think back. 'Course many of those G-meanies are here now and that's a good thing: rock on!